Late for Lent

So I'm a week late for lent this year. I think I got distracted by life and simply forgot to put some thought into which of life's goodies I should give up and then actually make it happen. I hope that doesn't make me a bad Christian. But I'm starting today (better late than never, right?) and will extend "my" Lent seven days past the official Lent period so that I still get my forty days in.

And I will be giving up chocolate. 

This will be difficult for me because not only do I have a major sweet tooth, I have a mouth full of them. All 32 are, in fact, sweet teeth. I'm not even sure my major organs will be able to continue to function without rich, milk chocolate included in their daily diet. But no matter, I'm going to follow through and my body will just have to find a way to adjust. I heard that some people are giving up Facebook for Lent. That's just crazy! I like to think of myself as a strong person but give up Facebook?? You'd have to be Ironman strong to do that.

But seriously, not only is Lent a time of self-denial, it is also a season of soul-searching and repentance. And a season for reflection and taking stock. I do those things pretty regularly but will be more conscious about doing them during this time.

What have you given up for Lent?

Aug's Blog

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. I'm really becoming frustrated. My mom says that my broken toe still isn't healed enough for walks or runs. It's been about 3 weeks since I got to run with my mom and at least two weeks since she took me for a walk. I'm a boxer! I need to rev up my engine every day! She even scolds me when I go out in the backyard and do a few boxer burns around the grass. The worst part is I haven't been able to spend any time with my girls Lulu and Matti 'cause mom says when we jump and spin and tumble it makes my toe even worse. I'm hating, hating, hating life right now!!

It also sucks 'cause the weather's gotten really nice; mornings are in the 50's and the days are up in the 80's I heard mom say. She tries to hide the fact that she still goes out and runs but I can smell it on her shoes when she's sneaks back home. I can smell exactly where she's been and who else was out there. I think she's mean for leaving me behind. I'm a tough boy! I don't care if I have some pain and discomfort! I just wanna race the wind and jump over trees and do my Secretariat imitation again.

I think I'll practice not limping and see if mom falls for it. I'll do anything to go for walks and runs again....